Sarpy Sam has a post today that will hit very close to the hearts of many overburdened tax payers. He calls it Perverse Pleasure. It resonated with me in a big way. I have partaken of many such delights myself over the years.
One of my favorites was when Gael gave birth to Nick and seven other little Border collie hellions about eight years ago. The advent of eight extra BCs into a home that already has two on site cow biting, sheep herding, toilet paper wrangling, shoe mangling, tongue dangling, hyper active, smarter than the average bear, little black dogs on hand is not an experience for the faint of heart.
Anyhow, as soon as the pups' eyes opened and they discovered the purpose of those appendages that stuck out of each corner of their sausage-shaped bodies, the floor wars began. We had an appliance box in the dining room to provide safe, secure housing for them.
It failed totally, miserably, early and often. The alarm clock languished, unused and unappreciated, as everyone awakened every morning to the thunder of 32 paws, accompanied by the worried click of poor Gael's claws as she tried, unsuccessfully, to keep them in order. There is not a box made that can contain a determined Border collie, let alone what often seemed like a dozen of them.
Of course with eight, (count 'em, eight) little puddle jumpers piddling enthusiastically during every escape escapade, we went through a lot of newspapers.
Reams.
Rafts.
Rooms full.
In self defense and to preserve the withered shreds of my tattered sanity, I took deep delight in choosing my least favorite politicians' photos to protect my floors.
Face up. I would even fold the paper just so, in order to give them star billing so to speak.
Sarpy Sam's post reminded me of that and I thank him.
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ha ha, I can just see it now: 8 crazy puppies rampaging through the house with one mother trying to keep them in a herd. heh.
I so have to show this to our neighbors who just had their border collie give birth to 12 (yes, count 'em TWELVE) puppies who are in the porch (for now)! Even us Canadians have "puddle politicos"!
ha ha ha!
My favorite saying...
Bush is a great president
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to poop on!
I can't picture 8 bouncing border pups. It must have been frantic.
Hi HT, thanks for visiting. At the time it hair raising, but we get some good laughs out of it in retrospect. When they were first born she kept carrying them and putting them in our beds. They were cute but.....
loubob, thanks so much for stopping by and commenting! I got your note and thank you for that as well. I am cringing at the concept of 12 (count 'em) twelve Border collie pups. Wow. We were hoping for about four and the eight staggered us. Twelve would be plumb mind boggling!
Hi cubby HA indeed!
Hey there FC. It was insane but it truly was a lot of fun too. Most of them turned out to be great dogs with two certified therapy dogs, one beloved family pet, a couple of farm dogs, a couple whose folks didn't stay in touch and Nick, whom we love very much, coming out of the litter. One is way out in New Mexico being a therapy dog and learning to herd sheep. I am not going to say that I want to do it again, but I wouldn't undo it either.
I wondered how you found homes for them all but sounds like you did great! I love hearing that two went as therapy dogs.
I was hoping you would use this story at some point. I laughed then, and I'm still amused.
Hi Joni, they were a planned litter and with the help of a friend who is a professional Border collie trainer it was no problem to sell them.
Hey there nw, I hate to repeat things I have written in the past in the Farm Side....but some stories are too good not to share with a (mostly) different audience. Going on nine years of weekly deadlines....I have used up all my best stories. lol
i think in there i saw something about loving nick.. yep maybe you do he doesn't try to open your bedroom door when alan has him in his room at night. can't say i like him too much.
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